My Diary, My Jewel

A treasure chest
With gold overflowing
Filled with the jewels of my life.

So small and modest,
You wouldn’t guess
The gems of laughter and strife.

On yellowed pages,
My thoughts in black,
Sealed tight by a golden clasp.

Still, like a necklace,
Hung close to my heart,
I cherish the memories it grasps.